— Even if Lilith had been afraid, she’d still made the
decision to hold on, and that put a smile on Levi’s
face. Gently, she patted Lilith’s hand with her other
and smiled. If she got nervous about the action and
needed to let go? Well, Levi would understand. It
was a big step, physical ‘affections’ of sorts, and
extending an arm or holding hands was one of
“Oh, probably. It’s like fried dumplings or
fried wontons. Those are something I
could eat a lot of, if my body wouldn’t
hate me for it later.”
She laughed now, looking over at the other female,
a sense of calmness and wonder washing over
her. Sometimes, Levi wondered what went on in
her head—What she thought, how she felt, what
she wanted and needed. They were curious little
thoughts of the huntress—Maybe someday, she
would know for sure.
“It’s alright—If it gets too awkward for you, I
won’t get upset if you have to let go. I just
want you to be comfortable, okay? So no
pressure or anything. Do what feels right
for you—And you don’t need to apologize.
It was true—Lilith was absolutely fine. There was
nothing embarrassing or awkward about the way
their hands were laced, or the touch itself.
Lilith got a small look of sadness on her
face, though she quickly seemed to get
over it. Memories flooded back, and yet,
for Levi’s sake, she didn’t show it.
It was time for her to move on, anyways.
Maybe Death wasn’t all that’s what was
cut out for her; she honestly couldn’t give
more or less of a fuck. So she had gotten
herself attached to a mortal once again.
… Maybe there were ways around that.
”Chinese donuts are amazing.
Even if they’re just basically
deep fried biscuits with syrup
and sugar piled on top of ‘em.”
She chuckled lightly at her description.
”It’s like Pocky. Minus the chocolate.
They’re incredibly sticky, though.”
Was it wrong to admit she felt.. at ease
like this? Being together with Levi;
it sort of made her happy again. Which
was a good thing anyways- she actually
couldn’t remember what had made her
that happy before.